We have now 10 days left! The deadline for presenting the video is July 1, 2011.
Read the rules here:ALEPH, THE VIDEO CONTEST

Remember: you don’t need to buy or read the book – that it is published only in six countries so far (being # 1 in all of them! )Important:ALEPH by Flavio Waiterman is not in the competition
but you can use as an example.

Below you find some interesting entries.
Looking forward to hearing from you
Paulo
ALEPH by Raif Kurt

The Brazilian military right wing dictatorship lasted from 1964 to 1984. Today, as we see in the Arab Spring, many people died and I myself was arrested three times (and tortured in one of the arrests), but in the end freedom prevailed.
Don’t lose your hope!
Below are the lyrics in English I found on the web

Father, move this chalice away from me (“cálice” sounds the same as “cale-se” which means “be quiet, shut up”)

Father, move this chalice away from me
Father, move this chalice away from me
Of red wine of blood

How to drink of this bitter beverage
Swallow the pain, swallow the toil
Even silent the night, there’s the chest
Silence in the city is not heard
What’s worth to me to be the son of the saint
It’d be better to be the son of the other
Other reality less dead
So many lies, so much brute strength

How difficult it is to wake up silent
If in the dead of the night I’m screwed
I want to cast an inhuman scream
Which is a way to be heard
All this silence baffles me
Baffled, I remain attentive
In the bleachers to at any moment
See emerge the monster of the lagoon

Very fat, the pig no longer walks
Very used, the knife no longer cuts
How hard it is, father, to open the door
This word trapped in my throat
This homeric inebriation in the world
What good it is to have good will
Even silent the chest, there’s the head
Of the drunken downtown

Maybe the world’s not small
Neither is life a consumated fact
I want to invent my own sin
I want to die of my own poison
I want to completely lose your head
My head lose your judgement
I want to smell the smoke of diesel oil
Get drunk until someone
forgets me

Be welcome to participate. Read the rules here:ALEPH, THE VIDEO CONTEST
The deadline for presenting the video is July 1, 2011. The winners will be announced on July 25, 2011.Remember: you don’t need to buy or read the book – that it is published only in five countriesso farImportant:ALEPH by Flavio Waiterman is not in the competition
but you can use as an example.

Once someone asked me:
“What do you want to be your epitaph?” [ text on your tombstone]
I answered:” I will be cremated, but if I ever had an epitaph, it would be:
‘ Paulo Coelho died while he was alive.” “

The person said “Why this epitaph? Everybody dies when he or she is alive.”
I said, “No, this is not true. If the same pattern is repeated over and over again, you are not alive anymore. To die alive is to take risks. To pay your price.”
Some epitaphs:

Once someone asked me:
“What do you want to be your epitaph?” [ text on your tombstone]
I answered:” I will be cremated, but if I ever had an epitaph, it would be: ‘ Paulo Coelho died while he was alive.” ”

The person said “Why this epitaph? Everybody dies when he or she is alive.”
I said, “No, this is not true.”

If he same pattern is repeated over and over again, you are not alive anymore. To die alive is to take risks. To pay your price.

To do something that sometimes scares you but you should do because you may like or you may not like.

I don’t believe suicide is an option – but we have to die several times in this life, in order to understand it. “To die”, in this sense, is to get rid of the old values, and to move for a place that we don’t know, that we don’t feel secure, but at least that give us joy.

UPDATE: Yesterday I decided to ask my friends in Twitter: “What would be your epitaph?” Please be welcome to read the answers and add yours in my comments, by CLICKING HERE to allow people who are not in Facebook to read it